Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. | | Robert Louis Stevenson. 18501894 | | 13. Winter-Time | | LATE lies the wintry sun a-bed, | | A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; | | Blinks but an hour or two; and then, | | A blood-red orange, sets again. | | | Before the stars have left the skies, | 5 | At morning in the dark I rise; | | And shivering in my nakedness, | | By the cold candle, bathe and dress. | | | Close by the jolly fire I sit | | To warm my frozen bones a bit; | 10 | Or with a reindeer-sled, explore | | The colder countries round the door. | | | When to go out, my nurse doth wrap | | Me in my comforter and cap; | | The cold wind burns my face, and blows | 15 | Its frosty pepper up my nose. | | | Black are my steps on silver sod; | | Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; | | And tree and house, and hill and lake, | | Are frosted like a wedding-cake. | 20 |
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